being british in an american night club was always difficult. his father would never approve of his fake id ; neither would his elder brother, carson. but it’s a good thing that blair didn’t care. he had been eyeing a few people throughout the night, hoping to take one home with him. downing another shot of tequila, squeezing his eyes closed as it burned the back of his throat. when he opened his eyes he seen her. âť› fuckin’ hell, mate... âťś he mumbles, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down the girls body. âť› she’s out a’ this world. âťś blair doesn’t even finish what he’s saying and he’s beside her, arm resting against the bar. ❛ good evenin’ darlin’... can i get you a drink? âťśÂ
